Casey moves a little closer and rests her free hand on my thigh. She lowers her head and places it on my shoulder, her other hand stroking at the hairs on my hand. I don’t say a word. Neither of us do. We just let our confessions soak into the room and the silence takes over.
It’s strange being so honest with someone that you hardly know. There’s nothing stopping either of us from going out and telling the whole world our secrets. And yet with Casey, I know that I never have to worry about her telling some campus wannabe-journalist about it. There’s a trust and bond that I feel with her. That I felt the moment she bumped into me on the first day we met.
I look down at her. All of a sudden, I’m fully aware of how hard my heart is beating. Casey runs her hand through her hair and brings it behind her ear. She looks at me and then down to my lips, running her tongue along hers.
My hand rises and cups the side of her cheek. For some reason, I think that she’ll move away from my touch, but she doesn’t. Instead, she closes her eyes and pushes against it. Her mouth opens a little and there’s an audible gasp.
My head moves toward hers. It feels like time has stopped and I’m desperately trying to get to her before it’s too late. The closer I get, the more I can smell her perfume. And the more I can see the subtle features of her face.
The little freckle just above her right lip. The tiny scar at her right temple. Her perfect, luscious lips parting to welcome me.
My lips crash against hers. At first, neither of us move. We let each other grow comfortable with the other. I open my mouth a little and run my tongue along her lips, taking in her taste.
Fuck. She tastes so good. I can feel the hunger building inside of me. It wants more than the taste of her lips. It wants the sweetness between her legs. My cock presses against my jeans, begging to be released.
Her tongue moves out and touches against mine, sending shivers down my spine and making me lose my breath. The blood is all rushing to my cock. If this continues like this, then it won’t be long before I fall on top of her unconscious, with my cock erect like a flagpole.
I hold her face still and let our tongues grow familiar with each other. I dip into her mouth and listen to the sweet moan that leaves her lips.
Fuck! She can’t keep doing this to me. Doesn’t she know how much I want her?
I move a hand from her cheek and place it on her knee. Slowly, I part her legs and move toward her warmth. She doesn’t fight my touch and opens her legs for me, falling back on the couch. I press my body against her and those big blue eyes of hers look up at me. She bites down on her bottom lip and runs her hands down the middle of my chest, stopping to feel the ripple of my abs.
My fingers are halfway up her thighs when she grabs hold of my hand. “We can’t do this,” she says out of breath. “We need to be professional about this.” My hand doesn’t move and she holds it still. I can feel the heat between her legs beckoning for me to take her right here. Rip off that pretty little dress of hers and show her some fun.
“Fuck being professional,” I mutter and pinch at her thigh with my fingers. “I need you.”
She looks at me and runs her eyes down the middle of my body, stopping at the bulge. Her mouth opens a little and a soft murmur leaves her lips. It almost sounds like she’s cursing under her breath, but I can’t hear ‘cause there’s a loud buzzing in my ears. I’m not going to last much longer.
I need her right now.
I sink my head into her neck and run my lips along her skin. Her shoulders round and she presses against mine, her breathing heavy.
“We just can’t,” she whispers, and before my blood deprived brain can understand what’s going on, she’s at the door. I get up to chase after her, but my legs don’t hold my weight. I fall to the ground and bring my hands up to brace my fall. I manage to land on my side. The last thing I see is her blue dress as the door slams behind her.
The world gets dark and I close my eyes. Through the darkness, all I see is those beautiful eyes of hers.
7
Casey
“That’s it for class, everyone. Make sure that you go over your exams and fix any of your mistakes. You’ll be able to get half credit if you redo them,” Professor Kim shouts as I leave the class room.
I don’t know why I’m in a rush. I don’t have anywhere in particular to be. Not since I stopped tutoring David.
It’s been a little over a week since that night in his dorm room. Everything had been going so well. I felt like we opened up to each other and I got to know more about him.
The chilly air hits my face hard when I walk outside. I bring the sides of my coat up and try my best to block out the cold. The wind blows the leaves across the concrete, and I can’t help but think of David. I run my tongue along my lips, trying to bring back his vivid touch to the forefront of my mind.
His kiss was unexpected. And at the time, I didn’t fight it. I gave right in to him. I couldn’t resist. I’d been thinking about how his touch would feel against me since the day I met him.
My cheeks blush as I think of his fingers parting my legs. How slowly and purposefully he climbed up the inside of my legs, full of hunger and want. Almost like he wanted to devour every inch of my body. And I wanted to give into him. I really did.
I’d never felt that kind of lust from another man before. Sure, I’d been with other guys. But none of them ever made me feel the way David did. None of them looked at me like David did.
I pull open the door to my building and hop into the elevator. A couple of students shuffle in and I get packed into the corner. Everyone is talking about the upcoming game and how David won’t be the starting quarterback. It’s the talk of the campus. And I can’t help but feel a little bit responsible for it.
The second that I left David’s apartment, I called Melissa and told her that things weren’t working out between David and I. She didn’t ask for a reason and I didn’t give it to her. She just made it clear that there was nobody else lined up to tutor David. That if I didn’t tutor him, then he would fail for sure. She wanted me to reconsider, at least until she lined someone else up. I knew that I was being selfish just abandoning him, At the time, I didn’t care.
I was done with him. Done with opening myself up and telling him things I never told anyone else. Done with those green eyes of his. Done with that hard, taut body of his. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.
Deep down, I want to get down and dirty with him. I want to see if the rumors are true about his cock and take him for the wildest ride of his life. I’m tired of being cooped up in my room, always being the good girl. Letting my epilepsy get the best of me.
I reach my apartment and a package by the door catches my eye. It’s the size of a textbook and six inches from the floor. It’s wrapped in white wrapping paper and on top there’s a red ribbon. I look up and down the hallway. This must be a mistake. I don’t get mysterious packages at the door. I pick it up and open the note that’s on the outside.
To: Casey
I’m sorry.
From: David
I turn the note over but there’s nothing else written on it. Simple and to the point. Never expected anything less from him.
I push inside my room and throw my backpack on to the bed. I set the package on the bed and stare at it like it might explode any second. I shouldn’t open it. I should just send it back to him and tell him that I don’t want or need his apology.
That’s what I should do, but the other part of me, the more sensible side, is telling me to open it. To give him another chance and see what’s inside. He is going out of his way to apologize to me, even when I might have overreacted.
I relent, and with shaking hands, pull at the end of the ribbon. I carefully peel off the wrapping paper and open it. Inside there’s a white teddy bear looking up at me. The fabric is soft and plush in my hands and he’s holding a small calculator in one hand and a pencil in the other. I bring it up to my chest and rest my head on it, sitting back on my
bed.
I close my eyes. This isn’t right. I shouldn’t be so mad at him. There’s hardly any reason for me to be this upset.
It’s not like I did anything to stop David’s advances. He’s not the only one to blame for this. I wanted it just as much as he did, if not more. I push my head down on the teddy bear and listen to the beating of my heart.
Part of me wanted him to move faster. To have his fingers pulling at my panties, his thumb on my clit. I wanted to shove that fabled cock between my lips. The mere thought of it sends shivers down my spine and to my core.
I need to fix this. I reach for my cellphone and hit one on the speed dial. I don’t wait for her typical response. I just blurt it out.
“Can you reassign me to David?”
Melissa doesn’t say anything at first. I can almost imagine the big smile on her face. “That’s not a problem. Should I tell him to meet you at the regular time?”
“That’ll be fine.”
“Thank you, Casey.” Melissa hangs up. I squeeze the bear hard and push my head against the wall, staring at the ceiling. I bite down on my lip and let myself grow familiar with the excitement coursing through me.
I don’t know why, but I actually missed David. That soft smirk of his. Those green eyes looking up and down my body. The way his hand touches mine when he wants to get my attention.
There’s too much sexual tension between us. We won’t be able to get anything done until that’s resolved. I close my eyes and nod to myself.
There’s only one thing to do.
8
David
I rush up the library stairs two at a time. I’m not going to be late. Not now, not ever. I’m just happy that she’s giving me another chance.
I guess the teddy bear got to her. If I’d known that’s all it would take for her to give me another chance, I would have sent her one every day until she took me back. I take a mental note of it just in case there are anymore hiccups along the way.
I just have to remember to keep my hands off of her. I take a deep breath at the top of the stairs as her curvy body flashes before my eyes. Keeping my hands off of her is going to be harder than ever, especially after I got a touch of her. But there’s nothing that I can do. She made it clear that she’s off limits, at least for now.
I speed past the rooms until I get to the back of the library. I get up to the door and look inside, cock throbbing the second that I see her.
She’s got her hair in a bun. She’s flipping through a folder and there’s a pencil between her teeth that she’s gnawing on. She couldn’t have been hotter if she tried. It’s going to take all of my willpower not to picture my cock between her lips instead of that pencil.
And there it is. That image is going to be burned into my mind for the rest of the day. I’ll have to take advantage of it later when I’m alone.
I march into the room and Casey gets out of her chair, the pencil dropping from those sweet lips of hers. There’s a subtle look of embarrassment on her face, like I’d just caught her red handed.
“David-” I hold out my hand and she stops.
“Before we start, I want to apologize for my behavior.” I bring a hand behind my head and rub at my neck. Apologizing to someone is not my forte. I’ve never done it to anyone other than my mother and father. “I lost control that night, and for that, I’m sorry. And it won’t happen again.” I grab the chair and sit down. I look up at her, expecting her to be nodding to my words, but instead there’s a look of disappointment on her face. She’s staring at the door and biting on the side of her lip like she’s second guessing something.
She catches me staring at her and clears her throat. “Thank you for that, David.” She sits back down and opens the folder that she was rifling through. And that’s it. There’s no big talk about that night on my couch. Nothing more than a just a simple thank you and moving on. Not exactly what I expected, but I would be lying if I didn’t prefer it this way. Moving on and putting things behind us is a better move. She waves a pink page in front of me to catch my attention. “I’ve gotten your progress reports. It looks like you’re still on track with all of your classes.” She pushes it across to me and I just nod. It doesn’t surprise me that I’ve been doing well in my classes.
When Casey canceled her meetings, all of a sudden, I had a bunch of time on my hands. And it didn’t help that Coach Vaughn made sure that everyone on the team knew that if they invited me to any parties they would be off the starting line up. I was pretty much an outcast by the time Melisa called me to reschedule my tutoring. Out of boredom, I found myself reading and doing my homework. I had so much free time that I even found myself reading books for fun. I’ll never admit that to any of the guys on the football team.
Thirty minutes later and we are in the full swing of things. Casey has moved around the table and is sitting next to me, her shoulder brushing against mine. I’m trying my hardest to concentrate on my pre-calculus homework, but it gets harder and harder the closer she gets. No matter how much I try, I can’t stop thinking of that night. How I wanted it to happen so badly. How my fingers were only inches away from that sweet pussy of hers.
I tap the end of my pencil against the table and focus on the textbook. One question at a time. I just need to do something to show Casey that I’m understanding it.
“Is something wrong?” Casey leans over and her palm rests on my thigh, pushing down on it as she tries to look at the textbook. “Which problem are you stuck on?” Her words are hot and heavy, which makes my cock get harder than ever. Her fingernails dig into my jeans and I bite the inside of my cheek.
She has to know what she’s doing. Right? There’s no way that this isn’t intentional.
I point with the end of my pencil to the top of the page, “That one right there.” Casey pushes herself off me and adjusts her knees on her chair. She leans over the table, the front of her blouse dipping low. Inadvertently, my eyes drift to her chest and I catch a glimpse of a blue bra. Two perfect, round mounds greet. There is a surge of heat to my face and I curse low under my breath. Time moves slowly as my cock presses against the inside of my thigh. It doesn’t help that the tip of her finger is only inches away from my tip.
Casey runs her index finger along the problem, mumbling the question to herself. I try my hardest to look away, but I’m stuck in place. Every time she breathes her chest rises and falls, pulling me in more and more. Every breath she takes gives me a little more to see. A little more for me to remember for when I’m alone. It will go nicely with that mental image of my cock between her lips.
She turns toward me and I finally find the willpower to look away. I look at the clock behind her, pretending that I haven’t just been staring at her tits like they’re a solar eclipse. And hoping that the red hue on my cheeks isn’t enough to give me away.
Casey looks at me hard for a moment before she moves those sweet lips of hers. “This shouldn’t be too hard for you. I’ve seen you solve problems like this a dozen times before. Just talk it out.”
“Ok,” I mumble. I look down at the problem and the numbers and words mix together. I blink in slow motion; all of my concentration is on Casey’s hand that’s moving up my leg. Mere inches away from my cock. I take a deep breath to relax myself but it does nothing. I can almost feel the blood rushing from my brain to my cock. I grip my pencil hard and tap it on the table over and over until the tip is dulled.
“You know this, David,” she mutters into my ear, her fingers reaching the tip of my cock. She runs her hand around it and presses on my jeans. All of a sudden, I’m aware of my Adam’s apple as I gulp. She moves her hand down every inch of my length, stroking the heat inside of me.
My vision is blurry and my mouth is dry. I’m fidgeting in my chair and tapping my foot on the floor, trying to figure out the problem while Casey’s giving me the worst blue balls of my life.
“I think that I just have to move the 2 over there,” I say absentmindedly. I don’t know if that’s right or not
.
Casey palms my hard cock and presses down. “And then what?” She bites down on the side of her lip as I scribble into my workbook. I rewrite the equation over and over, not really getting anywhere with it. Casey’s lips touch the inside of my neck and she takes a bite of my earlobe. “What’s next, Big Jock?”
The words leave her lips like syrup dripping down the side of a maple tree. Slow and sweet. I turn to her and see the biggest smile plastered on her face. I want to attack her right here and now. I want those pretty lips of hers wrapped around my cock, just like that pencil earlier.
Before I can plead my case, Casey grabs me by the hand and we’re out of the room. We pass rows and rows of bookshelves. I’ve never been this far in the library before. Hell, before I got tutored by Casey, I didn’t even know where the library was on campus.
I watch her ass jiggle from side to side as she’s pulling me along. I would give anything to grab those cheeks of hers. Feel the warmth of her body on me. My name leaving her lips as my cock pushes into the back of throat again and again.
“Where are we going?” With each row that we pass, there are fewer and fewer students. The smell of old textbooks and Casey’s perfume wafts into my nose.
“Just a spot I like to come to.” She stops at the last row of books and pulls me around the corner. As soon as we get there, she’s on me. Her lips press against mine and she pushes me against the books. Her tongue moves into my mouth, searching every nook and cranny like I’m getting my routine dentist exam. Her hand moves down my ripple of abs and she pushes her hand down to the side of my cock.
Her lips leave mine and her hands fumble with my jeans. She gets down to her knees, pulling my jeans along with her. My eyes look around for someone that might interrupt the moment.
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